“I don’t catch what’s the trouble,” said Aunt Mary to Jack.
“The carriage stopped three hundred feet below the level of a roof-garden.”
“Nothing’s the trouble,” said Jack, “everything’s fine and dandy. We’re going out now. Time of your life, Aunt Mary, time of your life!”
They telephoned for a carriage and all got in. Then Clover slammed the door.
“Now see what you’ve done!” said the parrot.
“Is he going to keep saying that?” Burnett asked.
“I don’t know,” said Jack. “It comes in pretty pat, don’t it?”
“Makes me think of my mother,” said Clover. “I wish it wouldn’t.”